Chapter 17: Nightmares
Present time...
Matthew
I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the memory of that fateful day. I am annoyed at myself at the thought of how easily I fell for Sarah's calculated act of vulnerability. Foolishly, I followed her inside her apartment, unaware that it would mark the beginning of my downfall.
But there is no time for regret now. My sole purpose is now seeking revenge against her. Every inch of me burns with a fiery determination to make her pay for what she has done to me.
I walk back to the bedroom to see what Sarah is doing.
After having the angry outburst and slapping me, she went straight to bed, it seems.
Her back is turned to me, and the soft rise and fall of her breathing are the only signs that she is still awake.
I linger in the doorway, watching her for a moment, my fists clenching at my sides. I should be more angry about the slap, but I feel strangely relieved to get that reaction out of her.
Her voice cuts through the silence, low and brittle. "Are you going to stand there all night, or are you coming to bed?"
I grit my teeth, stepping further into the room. "You don't get to act like the victim here, Sarah," I say.
She shifts slightly, rolling onto her back, her eyes meeting mine. "I am not. I just want to sleep."